Page 130 of Dance of Madness

“I—” Words fail me as I squirm against him. I glance down between us, my core tightening when I see his huge dick bobbing right above my pussy.

Nero growls quietly as he lowers his hips, using only them to drag his obscenely big dick over my pussy. The head glides across my clit, making me whimper as he rolls his hips again.

He lets his heavy cock drag lower, spreading my lips and gliding the head up and down over my opening as my entire body trembles and melts for him.

“Okay!” I blurt. “No withholding sex for a date!”

He chuckles darkly.

“But…” I swallow. “How about a trade?”

Nero arches a brow. “Of?”

“Information. There are things I don’t know about you,” I shrug. “And I'd like to.”

He looks mildly amused as he looks down into my eyes.

“Well, there are thingsIdon’t know aboutyou.”

My brow quirks up skeptically. “Really? I thought you’d pried into all my secrets.”

His lips curl at the corners. “There’s always room for improvement.”

“Well, the point—” I gasp sharply, swallowing a whimper as his fat cock teases back up over my clit again. “Thepointis—okay, stop. I can’t have this conversation while you’re doing that.”

”Make me.”

I glare at him. He grins.

“The pointis,” I choke out, “I want to know more about you.”

Nero actually does stop then.

“Why?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused.

I sigh heavily. “I justdo, okay? Like…” I desperately try and think of an example as he keeps teasing my clit with his cock. “Like…” I nod my chin at the tattoo that snakes over his forearm, curling down over the back of his hand.

“What’s that tattoo of? Are those dates? Coordinates?”

“Yes and yes.”

I roll my eyes. “Of?”

When Nero frowns I squeeze my thighs shut, smirking. Then I whimper as he shoves one hand down between us and starts to physically pry my legs apart.

“Tell me and I’ll let you,” I blurt.

“Or I don’t and do it anyway.”

I sigh, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

Nero groans, rolling his eyes. “Fine, Jesus.” He glances at the ink. “It’s Krakatoa.”

My brows knit. “The volcano? Why do you have that tattooed on your arm?”

He pauses for a moment, eyeing me like he’s trying to decide if he’s going to humor me or flip me over and fuck me with…or without…my consent.

I mean,he’s got it, but, you know.

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